his run to the chain is easily the best storyline/run that ever happened in KOTD. specifically Miracle to Arcane. he was so so soooo far ahead of his competition/time.

fuck what you call relevant, im going for timeless
@AVOCADO hope im not jumping the gun here but a bender watch episode with @The Saurus is incredibly necessary at some point.

His run to the chain is the era of KOTD that I look back on the most fondly.

It’s funny that this has become somewhat of a meme phrase, but from the second Bender stepped on the scene you could tell he was “different”, in the best way possible. I hope his influence continues to spread and keep his legacy alive. This fucking hurts man.

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Originally Posted by mapleleaf

I hope the event gets shut down so they have to do Diz vs Cass in a parking lot or some shit

I haven't been watching too many battles the last year or two, but literally days ago I was re-watching all his battles and reminiscing how good he was. One of the few whose content is still fire no matter how many times you hear it. Guy was so fucking talented. I feel so empty today boys

Very shocking, condolences to his family and those closest to him. I never grasped just how talented Bender was as a writer until I stopped watching battles, definitely someone I regret not devoting more time towards during my battling phase. For most of my battling phase I was too unsophisticated to appreciate his work.

I've posted way more memorial messages on RMBVA than I wish I had to. Really speaks volumes about how distressing life is.

Man I rewatch benders catalogue often. How he wrote was so meticulously amazing. It's very obvious he would look at the same block of text and go over it and over it, editing it until he knew it was structurally perfect and worded in a way it hadn't been said before. You can tell he applied the same paitience he learned from painting. A lot of people have the compulsion to create but few actually follow through and people like bender who are seemingly great at everything make up for everyone elses slack.

Shitty way to start the day man. I fucked with bender and still think he's the best in canada.

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Oh you the working man MC? I got my hand in the gutter
Fuck your 9 to 5, I got 95 grams of the butter

Man I rewatch benders catalogue often. How he wrote was so meticulously amazing. It's very obvious he would look at the same block of text and go over it and over it, editing it until he knew it was structurally perfect and worded in a way it hadn't been said before. You can tell he applied the same paitience he learned from painting. A lot of people have the compulsion to create but few actually follow through and people like bender who are seemingly great at everything make up for everyone elses slack.

Shitty way to start the day man. I fucked with bender and still think he's the best in canada.

Pat is really the only other person in the conversation. It's one of them for sure. Twist is close but tbh the other two just peaked when the time was right.

I always wished we got to see him vs. Pat tbh, Bender deserved another shotat the title too. Shame that never happened, would have been such a good clash imo.

every time there was a battle announcement involving bender, i was excited, regardless of whomever his opponent was...you always knew at the very least he would bring some retardedly genius shit and the battle wouldn’t be a complete dud...he could match up against anyone

these are times when it sucks to be a battle fan because you’re stuck mourning for ppl you would never have known
rip bender

You gettin mangled. I'm Jason Vorhees drinkin' virgin blood in a pagan orgy.
Break a 40 bottle cross your face and make you say you're sorry.
A raging warbeast. Going out in a blaze of glory climbing 80 stories up the (?) while planes are aiming for me.
My brains on warp speed.
I got fucked up head problems like Hunter S. Thompson
When he stuck his best shotgun in his throat and just popped one.
Half monster half mossberg, sawed off if you get me.
Aint no sawed off knock this sod off, this barrel maul you like a grizzly
I hit the weapon stores locker before i stepped on board the chopper
My shits sweet like Twin Peaks you gettin Laura Palmer'd
No metaphor I metamorph to a twenty story monster
If you think he's real he might deserve a best performance oscar
This is Robert Oppenheimer shit, you ain't ready for this slaughter
I got hate for your mother, I got resent towards your father
I wish they spent the 40 dollars on the French abortion doctor Henry Morgantaler
So you were never born at all, I call that death before dishonor

Bender and I shared quite a few times together. He lived down the street from me last year and we've been friends for 8 years. Dude was one of a kind easily. his thirst for life and wealth of knowledge was nothing less than inspiring. a mind of pure brilliance and a heart of unconditional love

He taught me a lot, I ain't have to do anything to gain his respect it was just there.

Rd.1
Yo, I’m tightly connected with the most grimy collective
so when Loe matched us up I was slightly offended.
You might shine in this format — hell, you might be respected,
because writtens are like your faggot lifestyle, they’re both now widely accepted.

Now I’ma drown a fish, I’ve got people supporting me
cause I speak with authority, you speak with authorities,
I should be in the quarantine. Why’d you beef with a war machine
that came to turn Montreal to the beaches of Normandy?

I’m out for verde no spare change for you
you’re fair game to toss down the stair case, the truth
is I air raid the booth, might bear mace your group,
so for their sake just stare straight and ferme le bouche.

(somebody grab the caretakers broom, vamoose)

Now I ain’t saying he’s a gold digger
but I seen this fool’s finger up his nostril, fucking nose picker.

This barracuda trick wouldn’t scare a tuna fish
say hi to lance, that’s his roommate that he shares a loofah with.

Man, see this alopaecia spotted beater of the Galaria,
B, what you want to be for Halloween, a ballerina?
[around 4 mins, not sure on this]

Rappers who ain’t pay dues I play you for chumps,
lemme get a headshot for my wallet, I just made you my son.

Rd. 2
Well you ain’t getting paid today so call that verse some freestyle,
you’re better off walking through Outré Mont with Doc Marten boots on shouting ‘sieg heil’.

Meanwhile,
I’m spearfishing in the water where you scuba.
Barracuda, you should’ve took the day off like Ferris Bueller.

This jungle rapper puts on a Jamaican accent like a Kingston dread.
Yeah he’s got fam in Kingston, his diddler uncle and the Kingston ped.
Plague [black?] language ain’t been shit since Kingston left —
you didn’t think I’d bring that up now, sink or swim, think again.

You know your rhyming skill hurts.
I do it for the love, he’s here for the vaginaville shirt.

But I don’t see one.
Please bud, go easy on the mean mug:
this tea cup used to get beat up by the glee club.

If he’s thug
I’m a supervillain with my arms cocked,
spraying at your ride like a car wash
so til my heart stops
send the dorks, geeks, and the hard rocks
cos I put an end to more dreams than alarm clocks.

Your boy says you can beat me, I’m sorry, your boy lied:
Barracuda’s real name’s Graham, but he’s been stepped on and stretched out to point five.

Rd. 3
Yo, this piss warm chump ain’t worth the effort —
raps not in your blood, we can’t work together.
It’s a shit storm son, you get torn up, this poor fuck
sniffs more drugs than German Shepherds,

Yo, stick to trolling for five pieces giving hand jobs.
I was bumping your shit in high school, what’s ‘Graham’ short for? Grampa?

Laugh at you hustle. Hear the fat bastard chuckle,
I’m out for cheesecake, first I’ll make this graham cracker crumble.

No need for OT, call the match over,
I just ran you down and trampled you like the bulls of Pamplona.
All jokes aside, I’m cool with you and your man Noah
but first and foremost I came to get revenge for Sam Osa.

Fuck this every six two’s [not sure, at about 6’35” of the video] a ginsu,
I’m focussed I roll with a thick crew to rip through opponents,
yo, 6’2”, he’s got a demo to give you — it’s dope to skip through,
or tape over to mix tunes for road trips.

Shit, lately
I’ve been ripping this shit insanely,
but the endo stunk cos I get so drunk that I get toe up like Jim Lahey.
I’m legit baby
get a mouth full of thick gravy
then I’m out for your chips lady
clear the bank like an Israeli —
bitch pay me.

Notes:
Introduces a lot of typical Bender vocab as well as his style, ‘hard rocks’, ‘toe up’, etc.
The reference to overtime rounds (which we see again in the next battle) and to freestyling is a hint of Bender’s hiphop pedigree.

I think we’re going to hear ‘ferme le bouche’ again
‘put an end to more dreams than alarm clocks’ reminds me of ‘sleep finally appears, I hold out my arm to reach it / just to hear my alarm clock going off, carpe diem’ in ‘No Sweet Tooth’, track 5 of Bad Information

Now I was hoping that Skelly was dumb enough to put some money up,
just my luck, figured out his pen game wasn’t up to snuff.
So I, it’d be nice to see his lose a couple bucks for fast spending
but even nicer to see him lose his dignity when he flaked out at the last second

See this kid Skelly’s introverted so he gets discouraged
til he sips that liquid courage and turns to a different person
so he kicks his verse while the liquor’s working
cos that nervous little bitch that he really is is itching just and inch below the surface.

Cos we all know you never sold a bag of weed sucker
if you put an O on the corner you’re printing Oprah magazine covers.

You sound basic
and outdated
I’m groundbreaking,
have you downgraded
from crowd favourite
to clown faggot [hfk pronounciation]

Pounce on him
just to take his pocket change, bounce on him.
Now watch him get lippy, smack the mouth off him.
Looking like my drug mule, I got a hundred pounds off him.
I said Skelly bring the ruckus, he brought me his copy of sound bombing.

And this is why your rap career stops here,
cos even if you were some Latin King’s first murder victim you still wouldn’t be top tier.

And I’m here tryna figure the judge’s might consider this guy a winner
but that’d be like a five percenter inviting a white supremist like Michael Richards plus his wife for dinner:
an unlikely picture.

You’re playing yourself
that’s why you’re taking an L
call time, Skelly Kapowski just got saved by the bell.

Rd. 2
You say I’m like belly (?),
I should take your girl straight to the telly
treat her like Krang from the Ninja Turtles and put some brain in her belly.

But I booted that (?) cos what’s between her legs isn’t healthy (?)
looks like a half pound of smoked meat that got shaved in a deli —
she can save it for Skelly.
[little hesitation]
Come on, we’re not retarded,
you get caught with arms
and the cops department
drops the charges
you probably narc
and called the sergeant
to cop a pardon
so in scarborough
you’re a walking target.
Let em chop your carcass up, cardboard box your body parts get dropped to mark em (?)
behind the Olive Garden or the Boston Market.
Now look what you gone and started
and back home your family’s probably starving,
eight or nine sisters crammed in your mom’s apartment.

Oh, you got firepower like Eisenhower,
you’re sponsored by Lockheed Martin?
I’ll gorilla pimp slap the hood out you leave you face down on the carpet.
I pull you card like Johnny Carson doing that mind reader skit:
‘how to fight, how to shave, how to rap …
what’s three things Skelly’s dad never taught him before the no good wife beater split’.

And I was looking for him after the Montreal battle, I heard that he run his mouth,
but it was like fucking with too much kewa (?) that dick musta just slipped out.

Go eat a fucking corndog, you’re a half pound when you’re wet,
you look like the drug dealer from Seven they found strapped down to the bed.

No wonder I’m worried, this skinny muhfucker concerns me,
like, how can you suck so many fruits off and still suffer from scurvy?

And your mother so dirty
she called up Chuggo, said her pussy was tingling
so he polished off a 60 and nailed her on the roof top like shingling.

Rd. 3
Yo, battle’s over we’ll be some backwards (?)

Check it out
Yo this broke ho don’t make skrilla,
thinks he’s a hustler cos he sold granny’s old pain killers
then claims he’s a cocaine dealer
cos once he got a bird on the cuff like the Ghostface Killer.

Let me spell this out:
it goes S for that stupid accent,
K for the Ketamine,
E for everytthing he emulates that he will never be,
He caught an L versus Diaz, an L versus Shock One,
and Y you still standing there, I just sent you on a cigar run.

Yeah, but like you clap techs and mac 10s, fuck off
I’ll have blood running down your temple like an Aztec sun god.

This is Bluto versus Olive Oyl,
he get full from a glass of orange juice,
Sally Struthers is worried for you,
Kid Twist’s new haircut weighs more than you do.

And your girl ruined every Montreal battle, what the fuck son,
you don’t have the decency or the balls to tell her to shut the fuck up?

Then you’re meat for the grinder,
plus I wouldn’t stick my penis inside her
when you eat that vagina
that smells like Queen and Spadina.

High seas a survivor,
and I’m in this piece today
cos I’ve got history to make
and infamy to gain
bringing down the building’s in my DNA like
Timothy McVeigh,
I’m clinically insane.

And this right here, is Common dissing Cube,
or the ultrasound for a canine, cos I can see the bitch in you.

Can you believe this shit?
He killed Chris Tipsy and absorbed his powers,
it’s like Highlander but for squeegee kids.

Now everything around me cash rules,
so it’s funny you go by ‘Scott Free’ when Ottawa sent me here to tax you.

Cos even if you cop beats from Mobb Deep or Wu,
Scott Free, you’d probably get booed off in Moosejaw.
Get bodied, you’re too soft.

I said, Scotty throw a punch
stupid fossy went and tossed me a juice box.

Decade deep in this rap shit, still heartless
should be my face on the wheaties box, his ugly mug on a milk carton.

I know your parents were hoping for a daughter —
should’ve called up Henry Morgenthaler
(look him up, he’s an abortion doctor).

Lines perfected, dumb shit my style’s the freshest,
so try to son me I treat you like Eric and Lyle Menendez.
Get iced and deaded like cryogenics. Outshine my presence?
You got a better chance at George Bush’s signed confession to 9/11.

Scott Free, you make John Cena sound like Sean P,
should’ve been a back up dancer like Pac was for Shock G.

And y’all need to cop Bad Information, that’s my new record.
Scott fit three dicks in his mouth last night, that’s his new record.

round 2

Now I hope your son never sees this footage cos I’d feel kinda bad
cos he’d be like why did dad spent the little time we had with his writing pad but when the time came to actually battle he rapped like a giant fag
it kinda sad
now I told peshadente to bring me a hard rock
got me a tepping stone
a candy raping rapping? grease pet with sweat off of methadone

a sex degenerate who can’t support his family how he should
scott’s no mechanic but he;’s been known to pull a tranny out the hood

and if your lady needs to pay her ways through college
my main man ramen might just put her on her knees
like she’s paying homage

and if you’re scanty clad like lady gaga
your baby mama’s face gone feel it trickle down like reaganomics

is that going over your head? you play fight with your rivals
I open sold out events and give stage fright to your idols

this bludclat chump loss is the jump off
this is like shooting fish in a barrel with a barrel full of buckshot

yeah I know in the last battle barracuda fish wasn’t perfect
but at leats he put a fight up
this fool was spitting some nerd shit
the way I own this man it’s like the feudal system’s resurfaced
and you call yourself free. isn’t that jyst a euphemism for worthless

balls on you chin

round 3

now he’s just bummed out because his woman looks like me
with crooked teeth and [] disease
wouldn’t even cook or clean which one of you’s got the pussy crease

you’re somwanly sugary, shook, and catch feelings
I right hook you jaw so hard the back row can catch fillings

see, I’m a grimy type of bastard, fuck a sucker punch I could slap your lights out like the clapper
my one liners like gun fire burn from a burst of ammp
he went from a nerd in nerdy flannel shirts and sandals to a herbish asshols purchasing urban camo
where the fuck did you learn to battle

yo
you bearing witness to some scary business I’ll take a pair of scissors
and tell this parasitic fairy where to stick it

you beating me? that’s like hare krishnas wishing merry Christmas
I feel guilty this shit’s like cherry picking in the Paralympics
and he might get on a gansta tup once he’s drank a bit but he aint shaking shit
he only gets violent when he spanks his kids

can’t hang with this
motherfucker I go deep
sorry scott, your names the only thing here that ends with OT

so how you gonna rock with me
you make rockeoisie (?) look like a striker from the rock machine

so go piss up a rope you see what happens when you push me
I got a c section philosophy
that means I aint going out a pussy.

notes: ‘Barracuda Fish’ wasn’t his opponents name, using it in full like that reminds me of 'Bender Stratocaster'

Now when your mommy called Bender over to bend her over
I wasn’t drunk enough to hit that shit. Hell, I’m never sober.

It’s a little joke to lighten the mood before you see him burn at the stake,
it’s funny I just finished with aftershock, now I’ve got another weak version of quake?

And I asked for a miracle, this wasn’t a prayer —
no hands together face to god with my chin up in the air
no, I was just asking for this chump who’s had six months to prepare,
dodging me since winter well aware that the bitch doesn’t compare.

See, I was good to go. If Mark would’ve flew here then to do this
I would’ve had him broke in January like a New Year’s resolution.

You from a town of two thousand people, you couldn’t get more country
my lyrics are frightening and confusing to him like indoor plumbing.

And your live show is garbage
this guy’s so retarded
Syco looks like a philharmonic maestro, from Harvard.
he says to teeny boppers ‘I got my own apartment’
trying to lure them back to that grain silo near Dartmouth.

And if you wane get dipped like a piece of trash like him
you can spot most mark’s apparel at Mark’s Work Warehouse or Harold’s half price bin.

That’s right, shit,
I’m too consistent to choose the best of
So when you heard me start to rhyme you better make a break for it like Questlove.

While I’ve been working on these non stop quality bars
Mark’s been working on his ma and pop’s broccoli farm.
Bitch you can not cause bodily harm.
if your parents labelled you a mark then you probably are.

So I’m asking you
what type of miracle could this man produce
Jesus turned water into wine – you turn a 40 into faggot juice.

So cream puffs are saying you the man, I’m your hugest fan
cos you rode a fairy for six hours but you ain’t take no trip to Newfoundland.

Pop his shit,
lift him off the ground like a rocket ship,
if he’s talking shit
I’ma drop the kid
like caustic did.

round two

Now in your last battle all of that irrelevant noise was hella annoying
with you rapping about shit like cellulars pointing and elephants boinking,
that’s why I came to piss on you like you got stung with jellyfish poison…
on second thoughts I can tell he’d enjoy it –
hell, he already smells like he fell in a toilet.

My brainstorm a massive category eight:
lightening crash, rain drench the land for forty days.
When I bang out a sixteen, the laboratory shakes;
when he bangs out a sixteen that’s statutory rape.

Yeah, yo, this is the match you wanted right?
Another punch like that and they’ll have to stop the fight.
Cos I ain’t come here for horseplay but I might just bludgeon this cornflake
apply his blood like its war paint
and snipe the judge at my court date.

You got a face like a fucking catfish all I know that’s for certain,
you should hide behind a mask or go and find a plastic surgeon.
I polish my bars till the final draft is perfect,
so I ain't fucking with you younguns like the Irish Catholic Church is.
Catch a spinal fracture, keep your chiropractor working,
light a match and burn him, watch the fire hazard worsen.
I'm just tryna fight off all these psychopathic urges
because I don't let off steam I let off Pyroclastic Surges.

And the word is the boys were waiting for your wifey at your crib like an intervention.
Hollohan brought the liquor and convinced the trick to spread em.
He told me by the time she’d mixed her second gin and seven
the whole party stuffed that box twice each like a rigged election.

And how you getting all these Newfoundland women?
You been scouting bitches with malnutrition down at the value village?

Like that last hood rat you were with, little fuck pocket.
Not even coal power has had that many trains run on it.

So I’ma throw him back in shit’s creek,
this deep,
six feet,
fish feed,
mincemeat,
blitzkrieg,
history,
you get me.
Somebody toe tag him, send that body back to Digby.
I just made this kid my bitch. Yo Rich, feel free to dig deep.

round three

Now I’m the sole reason that your honey’s so tired.
She went up and down the shaft taking loads like a Nova Scotia coal miner.
I gave her multies like a ghostwriter.

Now classified put you and your boys on so how can you rap like mobsters
when your own mentor did a PSA for crimestoppers,
saying basically to kids you could hustle hard but why bother
when you could dive out your neighbour for up to fifty thousand dollars.

Now I got love for Scotian peeps though,
whether your set grind out on the east coast
or you relocated to NY or the west side here in TO,
but this weak ho
ducked me twice and that’s some shit that I can’t let slide
you should deepthroat organic for even letting there be a next time.

And I’m amazed at the fact that some MCs still respect you
when you had you head shaved like a maze on the back of a Dennys children’s menu.

Shit, even your ma douche (?) got a slick fade like Slingblade
I swear on the King James Bible, she’s the spitting image of Ving Rames.

Sorry player,
I’m Noreaga
crossed with Schwarzenegger,
the orphan maker,
orchestrate your fate in the torture chamber,
a force of nature
firestorm and warn the forest ranger,
you're a flamer,
if we dropped you off at a gay bar
you'd probably catch a rape charge like Lawrence Taylor.

What! Cos I seen him with an onyx t shirt and a New York adjustable,
but when I asked if he liked sticky fingers things just got really uncomfortable.

Face it, a real city would have this kid for dinner,
he thought the Jane strip was a brand of chicken fingers.

But when they find him dead I bet the wound is self-inflicted,
burner by the bed, fuck it, who the hell would miss him.
You should’ve never made it past the shoot yourself division
oh, my bad, Elements League right? Like you could tell the difference.

Now wait a minute, ok I’m kidding,
we all know dark side’s crazy with it —
but you claim it as your set when in fact it’s just a place you visit.
Your best bet to make a living
is getting sent to prison
cos I heard you’re good at doing crazy shit with your mouth like Caleb Simmons.

note: Aftershock happened before this, but I transcribed this first by mistake because of versetracker, which probably got confused by the upload dates.
The shit’s creek scheme is reused by Tony D at the end of his first against Pedro on KOTR

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Lethargic carcases with their eyes sunk into tar-pits
Were the target market who'd spark what they find stuck in the carpet
Violent nihilists with their minds fucked up on drugs
And all kinds of viruses light what they find stuck in the rug

I'm still trying to process this...this is such a profound loss, not just to the battle world, but the world in general. Bender was such an inspiration to me, and to countless others. He made you feel special just through your interactions with him. His music is, and has always been some of my favourite PERIOD, no "from a battler/Canadian" qualifier. I know tons of people who commissioned art from him...I'd always wanted to hit him up for a Vonnegut when I was less strapped for cash. And in this culture, he was always the best in Canada to me, and the best pen. These were the facts.

Such a loss, and such a terrible day for it. Deepest condolences to his family and friends, and everybody he left a mark on. Rest in power Player.

Honestly bro, you’re the only one I think has a pen game even remotely close to Bender. Was low key hoping you’d face him one day. Alas.

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Lethargic carcases with their eyes sunk into tar-pits
Were the target market who'd spark what they find stuck in the carpet
Violent nihilists with their minds fucked up on drugs
And all kinds of viruses light what they find stuck in the rug

Even for someone who has never met him, this is extremely tough to hear, and seeing this thread has put me in a different place.

Bender was beyond talented, and his pengame was inspirational to me, as well as his art. RIP man... I didn't think the loss of someone I didn't know would hit me the way it just did. But I know how much he affected others, and in that, his loss is even more troubling because we are losing too many inspiring and genuine people.

I've been reluctant to write anything because I've only ever been a sporadic poster here and I'm not good at this kind of thing anyways but I'd like to communicate my thoughts about Bender. Much respect to all of the battlers who have died young - Bender's death has been the one I've found most challenging to process.

I thought he was great and I just want to write something to commemorate his contributions.

I'm writing as a fan - Bender has been my favourite battle rapper since he went against Skelly. At that time KOTD was saturated with all these rappers doing weak Thesaurus imitations. Bender appeared off to the side, at a Montreal event I think, and was writing these intensely mean multisyllabic lines that seemed to go for at least twice as long as anyone else was willing to do them but without an akward or misplaced word.

His symbolic points of reference were always amazing in their brilliance: geopolitics, mythology, history, literature. He didn't dumb his verses down and he always included these wicked references to local underground/street culture like when he told Scott Free in Montreal he makes Roch Voisine look like a striker from the Rock Machine. Incredible.

His delivery had a cruel force to it that was perfect for battling. The combination of his heavy lyrical content, rapid dense rhymes and mean projection added up to a hyperintense presence in his battles - but he always added enough humor to his verses to take the edge off.

Bender was my favorite battler but Flight Distance made some of my favorite music. Bad Information and High Priests of Low Life are two of my favorite albums, not just in hip-hop or in Canadian music, but overall. I don't know how many times I've listened to, 'When the Satellites Fall' or 'Shiva Wire' or 'Anti-Anthem of the Deadbeat' - they're three of the best songs I've ever heard.

I think they put out three records, a debut called 'Run for Your Lives' and the two I listed above. I remember listening to their debut and thinking that it was too Company Flow/El-P derivative but with the second and third albums Flight Distance cut their own path in hip hop. Their lyrics express a dread of living in a history that might have an end, pre-millennium tension - and I don't know of rappers who have better expressed the sheer angst of existence than Flight Distance. Aesop Rock comes close and I love his music too but I prefer FD.

If I understand Bender's dates correctly he passed at age 37, the same as Vincent Van Gogh. I'm going to be sentimental here, at least way more sentimental than I'm comfortable with, but Van Gogh often wrote in his daily letters to his brother that it took death to travel to the stars. I hope Bender's found his way to the stars to join Vincent and the rest of the fallen greats.

I always feel weird when the death of someone I’ve never known or met in the flesh has that effect of making my stomach do that “flip” sensation.

It’’s what creative output can do, art however you can find it.

Peace be to his family, be it blood kin, KOTD staff/fans, friends he made along the way. That’s such a short life to be gone.

If you have a stupid beef with someone important in your life - you’d forgotten about it in the grey of life - reach out and end it. Not taking that chance is different from never being able to, and trust me, the latter scars.

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Lethargic carcases with their eyes sunk into tar-pits
Were the target market who'd spark what they find stuck in the carpet
Violent nihilists with their minds fucked up on drugs
And all kinds of viruses light what they find stuck in the rug